I only break my heart
when memories become permanent in me
in the moment they solidify and i try to make play-dough instead of letting the movie play.

Moments are beautiful
be in them like a human should
there’s an urge to snap, to caption, but some memories are just meant to be.

It hurts sometimes
my heart breaks as i write this poem with slides playing through my mind — my stomach tells no lies.

But i only break my heart
when memories become permanent in me.

Written by: Flose Boursiquot (goo.gl/oE72rh)

Weathered Heart

missing you is
the shiver
crawling on my
skin — one
thousand micro
worms freezing
every part of me
you once touched.

being with you
is a million thirsty
tongues falling in a
salt-less cool ocean water.

you are sunshine
on chocolate skin.

you are savor
swimming inside boredom.

you are awakening
when the night is dark all over.

Written by: Flose Boursiquot ((goo.gl/oE72rh))